takers dark lover, I said couldn't shoot. By this point, I had forgotten all about it. redsandman99, mhm. iBeaDom, awesome. I'm not sure if any of us are supposed to be turned on by it.. but eh. reekazoids, indeed. Thanks. Rhiannamator, I usually do. :P I'd prolly run to Jeffy anyway. We had been past feeling bad, I think. Aw, loves you too, sweetheart. ToruKun1, chp 5, it is depressing in a way. The fic that inspired it was very dark. & I do take it as compliment. Chp 6-7, he is a pretty doll. Chp 8, it wasn't comfortable to write. I'd rather stick to consensual sexy spankings between adults. Chp 9, he can't catch a break. Chp 10, hate-fucking, I like that term. Thank you. BellaHickenbottom, damn Jay. JoMoFan-spot, I don't see Jeff as girly at all. That isn't to say I don't like Jeff in drag or makeup, cuz I do. He's more flamboyant. Cody & Evan seem more twinkish. :P You're welcome, hun. & thank you as well. TheGirlInThePinkScarf, it is. Thank you. YadirySXEWWE, more finally.

Figment;
Chapter eleven/ 'Gateway'
Rated; M/ L, S, V (character death, slight anal, the usual rape theme)

Some days he wasn't sure how he'd gotten there. He wasn't sure of anything anymore. They said his mind was fragile. All he knew was that he hated it here. He was alone and cold and the pajama like things they made him wear were itchy and stuff and the food sucked and they kept coming in to talk to him and if he acted out, they stuck him and he went to sleep. And he could swear one of the guys kept giving him perverted looks and that made him uncomfortable.

They called this place Gateway, a mental institution. Or, basically, the loony bin. The white walls were too clean and the lights shining off them blinded him. It smelled of sterile and, at the same time, piss. The beds were hard and the sheets just as scratchy as the clothes. The food tasted worse than any cafeteria food in the history of school.

The events leading up to this place were often a blur and came in nightmarish bits and pieces in his mind. They had found him standing over the body with a knife in his hand. There was so much blood and he was screaming. He didn't know how he had gotten there or what he had done. His mind was a blank and he was just as shocked as everyone else by the gruesome scene in Jay's bedroom.

Adam had been committed to the Gateway Asylum. Supposedly he had lost his mind and killed his adopted brother with a kitchen knife. He wasn't sure. He couldn't remember all of it. Sometimes the so-called memories he did have all seemed like a very horrible dream.

He was sure that Jeff was gone, and at one point long ago that would have been a relief. But Jeff was the only one who would coddle him and want to understand him and they would not let Jeff visit and Jeff had not come to visit and Adam felt abandoned. Alone.

He begged for Jeff most nights, would scream and cry, throw things, kick. It started out they'd just deny things..

"Adam, you understand that Jeff isn't real? He doesn't exist." The therapist lady said. She was kind of old, her black hair being almost taken over by gray, her olive eyes were cold and stern and her frail body looked like it could be so easily knocked over. Her name was Doctor Gretta Rosewood.

"No. He's my friend. I talk to him. Do things with him." Adam said. He was jittery, biting on his nails as he sat in a hard wooden chair in her office.

"No, Adam. Jeff was an imaginary friend. A figment of your imagination. You conjured him up." She did not want to tell Adam that the medicine Adam was on kept Jeff away. Adam would overreact and now just wasn't the right time.

"No!" Adam screamed, yanking at his hair and closing his eyes. "You're lying! I want Jeff! Give me Jeff! He'll make it better.."

"Like he did with Jay?" Rosewood asked.

Adam sniffled and looked up. He didn't want to think about Jay.

-xx-

It was David who discovered the hickeys from Jay on Adam's neck first. Of course he didn't know they were from Jason and Adam wasn't telling him. Adam mentally cursed himself. He had been so good about hiding them up until that point, but all it took was one glimpse of an exposed part of Adam's neck for David to start checking Adam out. He had asked Adam about it, but didn't get a solid explanation.

"What is wrong with your neck, Adam? Where did you get these? Huh? Answer me." The elder blond man demanded.

"Um.. I.. bruise.. hurt myself.." Adam had grumbled. He was so vacant, drained of life. Adam wasn't eating and just mainly drifted like a ghost.

He didn't believe Adam. "Who put these here? Are you having sex..? Someone hurting you..?"

Adam gulped. The question stung, burning him. He couldn't tell him. His mind blanked and he paled.

"I think your mother needs to see these."

So David confronted Adam's mother.

-xx-

The blonde boy looked up as he sat in the living room.

"Adam, are you having sex with anyone?" David repeated his earlier question.

Adam looked down, then slowly shook his head. Why was he being interrogated? What had he done? Besides.. oh, god.. he was dirty.. they could see it..

"It's alright, Adam, you can tell us." Judy gently coaxed.

"Just tell us the truth, son. Are you being intimate with someone and they're being rough?" David's voice, while stern, was also at its most gentle. This frightened Adam more. It was worse than angry yelling because the gentleness could fool him and could lead to betrayal.

"No." Adam shook his head. "No."

"Then explain those marks on your neck. How'd those get there? Adam, if someone is hurting you.." David sighed.

"No. They're not. No." He knew he was lying, but he couldn't tell them. What if they already knew somehow..? Parents were like that, they knew the most secretive shit like by instinct. Adam would never admit it even if they did.

Judy leaned forward and inspected her son's neck for herself, seeing the discolored bruises, hickeys, scratches and marks that lined Adam's neck and shoulder. She pulled his shirt back into place and took hold of his arms. "Adam, listen to me. If someone's hurting you we need to know. I'm not gonna be mad at you." She said softly, taking Adam's head in her hands and stroking his cheeks lovingly with her thumbs. "But I need to know."

Adam flinched away. Why were they doing this? "No. No one's.. just stop. Leave me alone."

"Adam, if you're having sex, it could be dangerous. If someone's forcing you.." David paused as Judy gave him a look. "you to do things you don't want to do we need to know so we can make them stop."

"No! No one's hurting me. I told you, I'm fine." And with that Adam got up and stormed out.

-xx-

In the asylum it came back in short bursts of memory. Adam would dream of it. Playing with Jeff, arguing with Jay. He'd remember his mother and before she got with David. Before he'd be punished for being a screw-up.

It was little things at first. Then he'd dream. A happy one that would be interrupted by horrible nightmares.

'I don't know what to do about him! He's not himself!' It was his mother's voice.

'Look!' Jay screamed. 'Look what you caused, you freak! I bet you'll lie and tell them what we did too! You can't prove it.' Jay was in his face..

..then Adam looked at his hands and saw the blood. Blood that wasn't his.

He'd wake up screaming.

-xx-

A few weeks after Adam's meltdown with Jeff in the tree house, Adam found himself back sitting in the tree house with the strange boy that forced his way into his life. Jeff had been there, watching him carefully. Mostly Adam would mumble and bite his nails. Today Jeff was confused to find Adam crawl into his lap and place his head on his shoulder.

"Jeffy, please.. play with me.." He purred through tears. And trembling hands went down to rub Jeff through his jeans. "Take it all away. I need to be clean. I'm dirty."

Jeff blinked. "Ad-Adam.. what..?" This was new. His toy was acting odd and out of character.

"I've been so selfish to you. I'm yours. You take care of me. You understand me. Make it go away." Adam nuzzled his neck, still pawing at his crotch.

"What, Adam?" Jeff sighed as Adam unfastened his black pants and reach inside to take out his cock, stroking it slowly.

"The badness. Make me yours. Fuck me."

Adam woke up in the tiny asylum bed in a sticky sweat. He couldn't shake the memories. They ate at him.

-xx-

"Tell me about Jeff, Adam." Rosewood asked during another one of their one-on-one sessions that Adam couldn't stand.

"Jeff loves me. He takes care of me." He always explained this, but they never listened.

"I see. Did Jeff make you hurt Jay?" She sat behind her damn desk, writing her bullshit notes about how he was insane.

"No. Jeff.. Jeff.. he.." Adam twitched and covered his face, fidgeting. "I want Jeff back. He can explain it and tell you what happened. Jeff's nice. He takes care of me."

She looked up at him, her tiny glasses resting halfway down her nose. "No, Adam. Jeff caused you to hurt Jay, your brother."

"Jay wasn't my brother! Jay was bad!" Adam shouted, heart racing.

She took a determined breath. "Jeff caused you to hurt Jay, Adam. Remember? It was you who took the knife.."

"No! Shut up!" Adam growled, looking at her through the strands of messy blonde hair.

She sat back and took her glasses off. "You created Jeff to deal with your issues. You used Jeff as an outlet. As an excuse for your bad behavior. But Jeff wasn't real, Adam. You made him up."

Another growl. He pushed his hair back and tugged at it. "No! I'm sick of you! I want my mother! She'll understand!"

"Visiting isn't until Friday, Adam. It's Wednesday." She reminded in a cold tone.

Adam screamed and threw a pillow.

Rosewood's eyes narrowed. "Now, Adam, calm down. Don't make me get the nurse."

"Fuck you! I want my mom! I want Jeff!" He sat in the hard wooden chair, rocking back and forth.

"Don't you feel any remorse for killing your brother?" It was unprofessional, but she was losing all patience.

Adam didn't know where it came from. "Jeff did it! He wanted to protect me! You lie to me!" Adam got up and tossed his chair and the doctor moved.

"Mr. Copeland!" She warned. She called for the nurses as her office was trashed and Adam shouted, kicking as he was restrained by two of them.

"No! No! Jeffy, please! Don't!" His fighting was always useless, no matter against who it seemed.

"Jeff isn't real. You're blaming what you did on something you created. When you accept Jeff is only in your head you can begin to heal." That doctor bitch barked.

Adam struggled, viewing the syringe. "No." He didn't want to sleep. He winced as he felt the prick, his eyes getting heavy quick.

-xx-

Doctor Rosewood sat behind her large oak desk again later on, neatly stacked paper and other supplies sat on top of it. Her office had been cleaned up from Adam's fit. She stared down at her glasses as they sat perched on her bird-like beak of a nose at the couple sitting across from her. "He's blaming his actions off on this Jeff character. Do either of you know what spurred this on?"

Judy and David glanced at each other. What was left of the grief-stricken family was in shambles. Jason was dead and Adam was locked away in here and neither knew why and it made no sense. Neither had talked much about it. But they never really talked much about anything anymore. They went day by day through the motions, silently blaming themselves.

"Adam always seemed like a normal boy. He just.. started to change." Judy began.

"Started talking about this Jeff boy." David added.

"Adam became colder. Started acting out. Oh, what's going to happen to my baby?" Judy sniffled, covering her face with her handkerchief as David offered comfort.

"That's up to Adam, Ms. Copeland." Rosewood sat back, grabbing a pen to jot something down. "He has a long recovery ahead. He's lucky he's not in jail for murder. Adam has to want to get better."

-xx-

"Adam, you're acting funny. Tell me what's wrong." Jeff demanded, pushing Adam away as they sat on the floor, back at the tree house.

Adam pouted and kissed Jeff's cheek. "I want you to take it all away. Just please fix me. Make it better. I need you." He was never sure what he needed anymore.

Jeff watched as Adam unfastened his jeans and squirmed out of them. The blonde's hands were soon tugging on the sides of Jeff's unfastened jeans, pulling him down on top of him as he lay back on his back. Jeff felt Adam's lips on his neck and he was distracted by that as his pants were inched down his hips by the unusually eager blonde. Something wasn't right with his toy, but he'd fix that. Adam was begging for it.

"Yes, my baby. You'll like it, I promise." Jeff kissed him, hand wandering down to stroke his obsession's cock, making him whimper and squirm. "Gonna feel good.."

"Hurt me.. please.." He arched, spreading his thighs. And how could Jeff refuse, he was offering, all welcoming and willing.

Jeff reached into his pocket for the small tube of lubrication. He thought he should prep him, but was too eager himself. He spread the lube on his dick, poising between Adam's splayed legs. Adam's heart pounded as he felt the blunt head poke against his entrance and gritted his teeth, screaming as Jeff thrust inside him. His breath caught in his throat, tears stinging his eyes. The painful burn as Jeff's cock stretched his delicate insides shooting up his spine.

Jeff groaned, feeling triumph to finally have Adam wrapped around him. He bit his lip, savoring the moment. Adam was finally his. He pulled out some to start to thrust and then stopped, tilting his head in confusion. Something was wrong and Adam was crying and shaking underneath him and it wasn't because of Jeff. Someone had tampered with his property. Someone had been playing with his toy.

"Ad-Adam.. what's..?" Jeff swallowed, feeling fury burn deep inside him. He let out a growl, eyes darkening.

Adam wasn't a virgin anymore.

"Adam, what..?" Jeff snarled, grabbing Adam's hair. The blonde yelped.

Adam stared up at him, scared. Terrified. Jeff knew. He knew he'd know. He didn't fucking know how, but he did. "Please, Jeff, don't hurt me.. it wasn't my fault."

"Whose fault was it? I want answers, Adam!" Jeff seethed. This wasn't right, it wasn't supposed to be this way.

"Ja-Jay.." His voice broke and he cried. "I couldn't stop him.. I didn't want it, Jeff.. He made me.. he hurt me.. Don't be mad at me, Jeffy.. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

Jeff growled and got off Adam, fixing his pants and pacing. Jay? Jay did this? Jay broke his toy and took his Adam? Jay broke Adam. Jay would pay. Jay had no idea what he had fucked with.

I didn't say I wasn't allowed to kill Jay, just that I couldn't shoot him.. Whelp, Adam's crazy. Hope you can keep up, it kindly went back & forth between Adam in the asylum and the memories of how he got there. I can't stand Doctor Rosewood, she's just a nuisance OC. If you're familiar with my work or muse world, Gateway is usually the name of my asylum. We used to call Adam's ass the Gateway to Adventure, & that's how I lazily named the asylum. It's been so long, but now I'm pushing for the end.